humanity

Advocates, icons, influencers, and more. All about humanity.

Autism Isn't Abnormal
The definition of a disability is to be someone with certain characteristics that are different to most people. A neurotypical person on the other hand is defined to have characteristics that fit society’s general layout. Yet the word dis-ability suggests that neurotypicals are able and normal, whereas anyone else is considered of less worth to society.
By Rebecca Sharrock9 years ago in Longevity
Living Under the Shadow of Anxiety
Anxiety, another invisible illness. How can I possibly justify my illness? How can I prove that I have chemical imbalances in my brain? Are they going to believe me, or think I'm too sensitive and stress too much?
By Stephanie Gendron9 years ago in Longevity
How I Reignited My Passion
A few years ago, I started a journal. We were about to move to America, and I wanted a way to document my journey to a different country. I remembered being excited, feeling that I would cherish it for the rest of my life.
By Tristan Ramos9 years ago in Longevity
Turning Point
I try, wanna forgive but you lied all over again.So I can't forget, forget what you did andNow your words can't kill what's already dead....Already dead, Cherri Bomb.
By Kyleigh Baltz9 years ago in Longevity
Depression: 27 Years
Hello, there! My name is Jesse. I'm 27 years old, and I was born in New Jersey. I now reside in North Carolina with my fiancee. I'm writing this as a way of not only venting, but to spread awareness that Depression can be a very serious thing. Let's jump right in, shall we?
By Jesse Horton9 years ago in Longevity
Don't Touch Me
I do not like being touched, especially by strangers. I don't like strangers trying to hug me. I'm not even keen on handshakes. I hate it when you are on the bus and the thigh of the person next to you rubs against yours. It makes my skin crawl. Crowds give me anxiety. I don't like it when people tap me on the shoulder. I hate it when someone I barely know touches my arm. Touch is not a comfort to me.
By Sarah Sparks9 years ago in Longevity
F*ck Anxiety
Anxiety is one of those things where it invades every seemingly normal part of your life and makes it 100x more complicated. Simple tasks at work turn into emotionally stressful situations, easygoing conversations become laborious and start to agitate you, and climbing a gentle rolling hill becomes a trek over Mount Everest. I've had to deal with my anxiety for a long time, and even when I was dragging myself on all fours up that gentle hill, I refused to ask for help.
By Mikayla Appleby9 years ago in Longevity
Life Crisis When You're Only 26 Years Old
You guys are probably thinking "oh why am I listening to her about her life crisis;" I can tell you now when you read this, or when you have finished you will think "oh damn she's right". So button it shrimpy! Haha joke's on you.
By Lizzy Arrow9 years ago in Longevity
Sometimes It's Good to Take a Break.... Top Story - June 2017.
Modern life is so very often dominated by routine and ritual, the little things in life that make the cogs keep turning and make everything seem normal. Without a ritual, routine or pattern in our life, a little comfort nest of the expected, we worry. We panic, we doubt ourselves, and that doubt manifests itself upon those you meet. Your relationships, your family, your friends and the strangers you share a bubble with on the tube or sidewalk all feel it, a difference, a negative difference. A disorder, a frantic unknown that drives you crazy yet you don’t know why. It’s a blank canvas without a starting line or a starting thought.
By Word9 years ago in Longevity
Who Am I? Am I Who I Want To Be?
Who am I? Am I who I want to be? I was only 4 years old when I lost my parents. What I mean by lost is that I was taken from my parents.
By Julianne Collins9 years ago in Longevity
Dear Tummy;
I wish we had a better relationship. I have been trying since I was a teenager to feel better about you but our negative relationship still haunts me every single day. I have tried everything to hide you. Extreme corsets, tummy-slimming undies, control top pantyhose, baggy shirts, those horribly uncomfortable tummy-tucking Lycra shorts thingies that just end up rolling down and creating a weird lump under my clothing... you name it, I've tried it. And still, there you are like a creepy stalker following me everywhere I go.
By Sarah Sparks9 years ago in Longevity
Better Dead Than Fat
As I was growing up, a fat little girl in a family of fat, short women, I always had the feeling that someone was missing. Someone who was supposed to be there and wasn't. I was surrounded by uncles, great uncles, cousins, my brothers, my parents, great aunts, several grandparents and even my great-grandparents. There was an abundance of extended family, but still, somebody was missing.
By Sarah Sparks9 years ago in Longevity